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Ah, he'd forgotten to specify. She should eat it. When she can. It didn't need to happen now, but as soon as she was feeling better, it would help some. For now, it was Gannet's turn.

He knew that her quietness, instinctively, was a warning sign, but Gannet didn't have it in him to panic. In all things, he always knew that the most he could do was his best, so he methodically began to use the paste he'd made to gently clean her face and wherever the quills had hit. He did so slowly to prevent further damage but also to try and calm her.... hopefully the actions and the soothing herbs would bring the reaction down. They would at least prevent further infection.